On Friday we had a dinner date with Grandpa Rick and Grandma Mary. Ash gets so excited when he finds out they are coming that he runs around yelling "grandpa" every time a car drives by.
At the restaurant the wait was long and Ash was hungry. So Tom took Ash and purposely stood outside the kitchen until an unsuspecting waitress stopped to chat with Ash. Then Tom says he is just so hungry and wants a roll... of course Ash heads back up front to us with a roll on a plate.
He proceeded to eat almost the entire roll, another one at the table, some chicken, fries, and finally a few bites of grandma's birthday ice cream. More than I've ever seen in my entire life. Of course my parents probably think I starve the poor kid. Faker. He even hates ice cream. Grandpa kept giving him bites... he'd make a funny face and eat it... then open his mouth for more. Bizarre child.
On Sunday Ash had a date with Grandma Noralyn. His very first sleepover (without mommy). I had to work Monday and the daycare was closed for the holiday. Ash got to stay with aunt Rachie. He had a blast and cried for Rachie when we left on Monday. He is taking medicine for his cold and got a little diarrhea from it though. I felt bad for Rachie because he got a sore bum and was mad by the time I got there. She was probably changing dirty diapers all day. Stink. Just another one of Tiny Tim's fun little quirks. His doc says "is there a history of upset stomachs in your families?" Uh... duh. Sorry bud. Genes suck.
Not a bad weekend for the little guy. I love that he loves his grandparents... and I'm sure they love it too (especially grandpa who gets the most adoration).
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